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For Dearest Tushar:-)

1) Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it…
Ya hav a scar on my forehead,i ws walkin on a grill and fall on a rock:D

2) What does your phone look like?
Currently m using Nokia 2100:)

3) What is on the walls of your bedroom?
God pictures:-)

4) What is your current desktop picture?
Its my pik;-)

5) Do you believe in gay marriage?
People live life tere own style,, Jaise jeena chaiye jiye,,wo m i to comment:)

6) What do you want more than anything right now?
Peace:-)

7) What time were you born?
4:50 pm

8) Are your parents still together?
Ofcourse yarr,yeh kaisa behuda saval hai???

9) Last person who made you cry?
NO comments.

10) What is your favorite perfume / cologne?
Many..

11) What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?
Hair color-Brown,black..
Eye color-Brown,Black,Green,Hazel,Blue.

12) What are you listening to?
Nothing:)

13) Do you get scared of the dark?
Nahiiiiii!!!!! Infact Nites are soothing:)

14) Do you like painkillers?
I hardly take such medicines. i dislike takin pills for nythn untill n unless its very important.

15) Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Nops.

16) If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Butterscootch Ice Cream :D

17) Who was the last person/people who made you mad?
Long list.

1 8) Who was the last person who made you smile?
None.

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